Ketosis, fasting, RSO, and the protocol that’s rebuilding me from the inside out.

After cancer, I’m not sticking around to save a country that doesn’t want saving. I’m chasing life, not permission.

What Fighting for My Life Taught Me About the American Healthcare Racket

Aphrodite’s anarchist sister, a joint, and the kind of love that leaves claw marks.

Thanks carved from scars, silence, and survival. No candles. Just the wreckage and the will to rise.

I need to say this.

No nausea. No fatigue. No side effects. Just weed, fasting, and a middle finger to oncology’s broken playbook.

100 hours fasted, glucose spiked, tinnitus screamed back but I’m still standing.

She vanished for three days and came back with incense and attitude. I stayed quiet. She liked that.

Stage 4, no weed, no protocol—just grit, fire, and the IV drip. This is what cancer looks like when the cavalry doesn’t come.